A New Boss in School By Montrose A new student puts a mean headmaster in his place Mr. Rourke had a feeling it was going to be a tough day. He just didn't know the half of it. It started at the Java Hut where, just as he was turning to leave with his foaming latte, a bulky businessman jolted his elbow. Whipped cream and brown coffee slopped over and onto his necktie. He glared up, then smiled meekly, shrugging. The heavily browed eyes that glowered down did not appear kindly. "Pardon me," he simpered. The bulk turned away, shrugging massive shoulders under an expensive suit. Mr. Rourke picked up his battered briefcase and slunk into the morning, pride deeply bruised, smoldering with self loathing. On entering his office's waiting room, he felt a lifeless void. His usually reliable secretary was not at her desk organizing his day. And the phone was ringing. Mr. Rourke hustled over, set down his latte and picked up the bleating receiver. "Steadfast Scholar's School for Girls," he said, breathlessly. "Mr. Rourke, headmaster speaking." "Has she arrived?" A man's voice. Practically a whisper. "Miss LaGrange? No, she's late this morning. Who is this?" He suspected it was some suitor, calling his secretary at work, of all things. "Mistress Domina. Has she arrived?" "Domina? I don't know any-" "You may still think of her as her as Maria Dominica." "The new girl coming from the reform school downstate? I'm sure she will be here within the hour. Why? Who is this?" At least the call was related to business. He had been expecting this new arrival. A case he was told he would have to watch closely, as he recalled. "Just, be careful. Understand?" The voice on the phone was so quiet, Mr. Rourke could barely hear him. "No, I don't understand. Be careful of what?" "Do as she says, for God's sake!" The connection ended. "Curious." Mr. Rourke set the receiver down. The hall door opened and in dashed Miss LaGrange, his secretary. Her mouse-brown hair bounced in a bedraggled bun. She threw off of her coat. In her hurry to get to her desk she ran smack into Mr. Rourke's chest. She looked up into his scowling visage. "I'm sorry, Mr. Rourke. It was unavoidable. You see-" "None of your pathetic excuses, Miss LaGrange!" he snapped. Miss LaGrange fell silent, cowering in his shadow. After having cowered before that big businessman, Mr. Rourke paused to enjoy the change of perspective. He puffed out his chest in Miss LaGrange's timid face. She couldn't be more than 110 pounds to his 165. Her head only came up to his shoulders. He raised a hand quickly, just to watch her flinch. He brushed back his thin hair. Then he noticed she was looking at his tie - the stain. His temper flared. "Do you think it is FUNNY, Miss LaGrange? Are you amused that I had scalding hot coffee dumped on my chest?" His roaring voice echoed off the cinder block walls of the office. "No, Sir," she squeaked from below. "Look at me, you sniveling coward!" Miss LaGrange forced her face to turn up. Her eyes were brimming with tears. But, this did not soften the hard heart of Mr. Rourke. In fact, it fanned his ego. "You impudent, whoring excuse of a secretary! Coming in late! Mocking your betters!" "No, Sir!" "WHAT?" "I mean, I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again!" "I should think not. You know what I would do to one of the girls should she behave in so low a manner?" Miss LaGrange trembled. She had heard the screams. The smacking of bottoms. She could not speak for fear of crying. He had thrown in the whoring comment for his own enjoyment. Miss LaGrange always dressed in the most demure gray skirts, covered from throat to knees. She hid herself in gray, like a mouse under dusty wool. Mr. Rourke wished he had the same right to strike his secretary as he did his pupils in this institution. The image was gratifying, given how tight she looked under her reserved clothing. Maybe, some day he would turn her over his knee. She was a pert little thing. Miss LaGrange was worked up into a red faced attempt to not cry. "Quit your sniveling, you spineless twit," he snapped. Miss LaGrange sniffed and tried to stand up straight. "Yes, Sir." An idea struck him. He pulled off his tie and flung it in her face. "Take that and be useful for once. Find me a new one and be back here in an hour." Miss LaGrange hesitated. "But, what should I use to pay-" "MOVE!" He stomped in her direction. Miss LaGrange jumped and ran from the room, clutching the stained necktie. She could buy him a new one from her own miserable salary for all he cared. He snuffled. "Not a total loss, then." He clapped his hands and strode into his office. Of course, he knew he could never run the place without Miss LaGrange. He kept discipline and she did everything else. Of course, he took credit for everything to the board. He was just pondering the next demeaning task he would set for his little secretary when there came a firm knock at the outer door. "Come!" It banged open as if kicked. Mr. Rourke flinched, expecting from the velocity that he was set upon by that big businessman come to have some fun. In the doorway stood a schoolgirl. She wore the usual pleated school uniform, and carried a large bag. Her head was only a hand's width from the top of the door. Her shoulders filled the frame. This was a big one, but a schoolgirl nonetheless, and Mr. Rourke knew how to handle schoolgirls. His tool stirred in his trousers. He liked spanking the big ones. He rubbed his hands together. "You must be Maria Dominica." "I'll let you get away with calling me that, this once." The girl stepped in and slowly closed the door to the hall. It clicked shut. She locked it. "But, you will have to learn to call me Mistress Domina." She had a lovely smile and a tender voice. So many white teeth, with a dimple in one cheek. Her black hair was put up in two jaunty pig tails to the sides and riding high. Her ample chest also rode high, Mr. Rourke noticed. His growing woody stirred again. He looked her up and down. Damn fine legs showing under her pleated skirt. Strong, long and firm. White ankle socks pushed down to her shiny new oxfords. "Your skirt is far too short." It pained him to say so, but that was part of his job - uniform inspections. He had spanked many a fine young girl for wearing a short skirt, then let her roll it down, after turning her bottom crimson. "I had to roll it up to make it this short," said the big girl, thumbing her rolled waistband. "Like it? Yeah, I can see you do." She smiled and looked directly at the growing lump in his pants. "I'll let you hem it up for me tonight, if you're a good boy." She winked. Flustered, and wanting to hide his raging stiffy, Mr. Rourke retreated to his desk. The girl followed. "Toes on the white line, Miss." He pointed to a line made from masking tape two feet in front of his desk. He walked around behind his desk and sat. The girl stood with one hip stuck out, her hand resting on it - not anywhere near the white line. She looked amused. Her eyes wandered over to the switch he kept on the wall behind his desk. She dropped her big purse with a thud. "I hear you spank bad girls here." She didn't sound frightened. More like curious mixed with amused. "I'm a very... bad... girl." "Miss Dominica, let me lay out some rules for you. But first, toes on the line. Now!" He smacked his desk for emphasis. That usually made them jump. This girl did not jump. She snorted and strode up passed the white line. She put her big hands on the opposite side of his desk, and shoved. The giant desk slid back quickly, making a thunderous sound on the wooden floor as it moved. It banged into Mr. Rourke's chest. Now he and desk continued back to the wall. The desk crashed into his ribs and pinned him there, his arms trapped at his sides. The big girl leaned into her work, crushing him into the wall with his own desk. He struggled. She smiled. He fought to push the desk away. She smiled. He panted and turned red. She spoke. "The name is Mistress Domina to you, Cunt. And, if anyone is going to be laying out rules, it's going to be me." She gave the desk an additional push. Air shot from his lungs. "Got that, Cunt?" Mr. Rourke could not answer. He only gasped and struggled. Eventually, he had to give in, and nodded. "Now, I asked you a question. Do you spank bad girls here?" How long could he last on what little air he had? The room was spinning. He pushed against the desk and got nowhere. Defeated, he nodded again. The girl stood, letting go of the desk. "Oh goody. I do enjoy a long hard spanking." She patted her ass as Mr. Rourke gulped air and struggled to push his desk far enough away to get his arms up. It was quite a heavy desk. The big girl bent and grabbed the desk. Mr. Rourke whimpered. But, instead of crushing him again, she pulled it back to its rightful spot. "Let's begin now!" she chirped, gleefully. "Maybe with my panties down for some bare ass action. I hope you can hit real hard. You better be able to!" Already she was bent over his desk with her butt stuck out and her skirt flipped up. "Pull 'em down, if you like. I don't mind." She wiggled her hips invitingly. She looked like an enormous, healthy puppy ready to play. Mr. Rourke struggled up from his chair. He felt like he would never breath properly again. Was that the stabbing pain of a broken rib? But then he got a full view of Mistress Domina's magnificent hams and he gasped in a lung-full. So perfectly proportioned! So full and high and firm! So begging to be stripped and striped with his switch! This is what he loved most about his job - a fresh new bottom to destroy. "You're not supposed to drool on it, you halfwit," the girl chided him. "Spank it! Spank it hard!" Mr. Rourke jumped to his switch. He would make her beg him to stop. She would soon change her tune! This wench would learn who was in charge right here and now. He yanked her panties to her knees and lashed her ass with his switch. A red line showed against her white skin. "The first stripe of many to come, deary!" "Harder, puss-arm!" she spat back, contemptuously. "You're not dusting it. You're spanking it." "Why you impudent..." Mr. Rourke thrashed that big rear end until he could barely lift his arm. It was more red than white, now. But did she scream out even once? Did she so much as whimper? No. All he could get out of her was laughing and "Harder," and "Faster you miserable Cunt!" His arm began to burn. He used his other until that too burned from exhaustion. Panting and sweating, he stumbled and dropped the switch from his tingling fingers. Mistress Domina stood. "I thought you had done this before. You're a fucking limp-dick amateur." She was poking him in the chest with a big finger. "But don't fear. I'm going to show you how it's done." Mistress Domina picked up the switch and pulled up her panties, snapping them on her firm belly. Mr. Rourke gulped and backed away. The outer door rattled. "Mr. Rourke, Sir?" It was Miss LaGrange, his secretary. "I have a new tie, Sir. May I come in?" "An audience? Sweet!" Mistress Domina walked over and unlocked the door. Miss LaGrange looked like a child standing in front of the big girl. "Come on in, Honey-pie, the show is just getting started." Miss LaGrange snuck a glance at the switch in Mistress Domina's hand and slid into the room hugging the wall, clutching a yellow silk necktie. Mr. Rourke saw a chance and took it. He jumped on Mistress Domina's unguarded back and grabbed her neck in a choke hold. He put all his strength into it. He expected to bring the big girl to her knees any second. Miss LaGrange screamed. Mistress Domina slowly closed the door and locked it once more. "Calm down, Honey- pie," she said in a whisper through the choke hold. "I'll be with you in two shakes." Miss LaGrange watched in amazement as this strange girl walked casually over to a wall with her boss fighting for all he was worth on her back, his arms around her neck, his legs around her hips. She turned her back to the wall and mashed him into the merciless cinder blocks, crushing him like a bug with her broad back. Miss LaGrange heard a sickening crunch. Mr. Rourke gasped. He let go. Mistress Domina stepped away from the wall. Mr. Rourke fell to the floor in a heap. Mistress Domina ignored him, flipping the switch to the floor over by his desk. She smiled down at Miss LaGrange and stroked her chin, gently. "Why do you have that tie, Honey-pie?" "He... he told me... his tie... he was mad and..." Miss LaGrange looked up as Mistress Domina. "Oh my God, you're... gigantic." "Six feet five. 220 pounds. And you're a cute little Honey-pie. You say this Cunt was mad at you? Did he hit you?" Mr. Rourke was just pealing himself up off the floor. "Well..." Miss LaGrange thought about being yelled at day after day. "Not exactly." "But, he's mean to you. A sweet little thing like you?" Miss LaGrange hung her head and nodded. Mistress Domina turned and stared down at Mr. Rourke. He backed away, staggering to his desk. "Leave me alone!" he snarled. Mistress Domina strode slowly toward Mr. Rourke, trapping him in a corner. Once trapped, he gathered his courage and threw a punch. It bounced off of Mistress Domina's belly. She growled. He threw another at her face. She caught his hand and crushed it. "OH! GOD!" he cried out as his fingers popped from their joints. Mistress Domina let go of his hand, bent and flipped the man up onto her shoulder, then turned and slammed him back first onto his own desk. The phone bounced and fell to the floor with a clang. She stepped away and let him stand. When he turned she planted the heel of her left shoe in his face. He flipped backwards over his desk and landed on the floor. He crawled around the desk. Already he could feel his lips swelling up. When he was next to the switch on the floor, Mistress Domina stepped on his right hand. "Please!" he whimpered as her weight crushed his fingers. "Pick up that switch," said the big girl, calmly, sweetly. He used his free hand to comply. "Give it to me." He did as told. She lifted her foot from his hand. He cradled his hand to his chest. Blood rushed back into his fingers. Mistress Domina bent and petted his head. "Had enough?" she purred. "Yes," he cried. "Yes what?" "Yes... uh..." What had she told him to call her? "Yes, Mistress Dominica?" "Wrong." She pulled him up from the floor by his thinning hair. Then she slammed his upper body over his desk. One of her sturdy legs came down over his back before he could run. He was pinned to the desk by one great thigh. She pulled down his pants. He fought, but she just slapped his hands out of the way and did as she pleased. He begged for mercy. She ignored him, humming a dear little tune. Mistress Domina slid the switch along his naked butt-cheeks, tickling him. "I should warn you that this is going to hurt, unlike those love pats you gave me. There will be permanent scarring." She ran the length of the switch up his ass crack, teasingly. "Are you ready?" "NO!" "I'm going to give you ten little spanks. Understand?" Mr. Rourke whimpered and struggled to escape. Miss LaGrange moved for a better view, in spite of her fear. Mistress Domina continued to slide the switch around on his skin, keeping him pinned to the desk with her left thigh. "And I want you to count out each spank good and loud. If you forget or lose count, don't worry. We can start over. Are you ready?" "Please let me go!" "Get ready to count." SMACK! Mr. Rourke howled in pain. "Please stop!" he begged. "You didn't count, you bad boy. Now I have to start over. Ready?" "NO!" SMACK! "ONE!" SMACK! "TWO!" SMACK! "OH GOD! Please stop!" "Oopsy. Now we need to start over." SMACK! "FOUR!" Mistress Domina laughed. "Nice try. But I'm going to keep spanking you until you do this right. Now let's start over." SMACK! "ONE!" SMACK! "TWO!" SMACK! "THREE! OUCH!" SMACK! "FOUR! OH!" SMACK! "FIVE!" SMACK! "S-s-SIX! Oh god!" SMACK! "S-s-s-Se-seven! Jesus help me!" SMACK! "... eight!" SMACK! "... ni... nine." SMACK! "... ... ten." Mistress Domina stood, flipped Mr. Rourke over, dropped him onto his desk, then sat on his chest with his head hanging over the edge. Her weight pushed the air from his lungs. His ass burned like it was on fire. He was red faced and crying. Mistress Domina summoned Miss LaGrange with one finger. Miss LaGrange timidly stepped forward. The girl took the new silk tie from the woman's trembling hand and held it to Mr. Rourke's snotty nose. "Blow." He did. She wiped his nose. Mistress Domina threw the soiled silk into a corner, then snaked an arm around Miss LaGrange's slender waist. She pressed her lips to the woman's mouth and kissed her deeply, before she could struggle. At first, out of surprise, Miss LaGrange did put up something of a fight. But it was nothing for Mistress Domina to hold her and have her way. The girl soon had the woman panting and kissing her back. When they parted lips, Miss LaGrange dropped her face to Mistress Domina's meaty shoulder. "Oh, Mistress," she sighed. Mistress Domina chuckled. "I knew there was passion in you." She picked the small woman up by her waist and held her high overhead, still sitting on Mr. Rourke's chest. He groaned at the addition of Miss LaGrange's minimal weight. While hovering over her boss's face, Miss LaGrange whooped, then giggled and clutched her legs together. Mistress Domina lowered the woman to her face and kissed her nose. "Spread 'em, Honey-pie." "My legs?" Miss LaGrange's eyes grew wide. She looked down at her boss's red face. He would be able to see right up her skirt! Mistress Domina pressed Miss LaGrange up high, then bent her arms again and lowered her down for another kiss. "That's right. Spread 'em. Trust me on this." Miss LaGrange complied. Mistress Domina lowered Miss LaGrange so that her crotch cam to rest on her boss's face. Her feet barely reached the floor - she had to tip toe. Her tight quim covered his mouth and her pert ass swallowed his nose. Mr. Rourke bucked and struggled. He cried out for air, the vibrations of his voice going right up his secretary's clam. Miss LaGrange flushed. Then she smiled. "That feels good," she purred. She and Mistress Domina kissed and petted each other as Mr. Rourke smothered beneath them. "Honey-pie" came hard, soaking her panties and dripping onto her boss's gasping mouth. Eventually, he passed out from lack of air. When he came to, he was on the floor, thrown into a corner like a bag of trash. Mistress Domina had her solid back to him and was facing a wall. Her skirt was up and there were thick straps around her legs and up her ass crack. She rocked solidly into the wall and pulled back, over and over. Mr. Rourke shook his head and looked closer. Two thin arms clutched the big girl around the neck. Two legs jerked and stiffened on either side of Mistress Domina's thick hips every time she lunged into the wall. A high voice gasped passionately at the same time. "Oh god," he moaned. Mistress Domina was screwing the living Christ out of Miss LaGrange up against the wall with a strap on. It rocked his mind. It gave him wood. Mistress Domina picked up the pace. Miss LaGrange's legs stiffened and straightened with each thrust. She threw a shoe on one thrust. It banged off a wall and fell on Mr. Rourke's head, heel first. Soon, Miss LaGrange cried out. Mr. Rourke knew from the sound that he had never pleased a woman like that. "That's it baby, enjoy," Mistress Domina purred as she pressed her up against the wall. Eventually, the secretary went limp. Mistress Domina turned and lowered Miss LaGrange onto Mr. Rourke's desk, still inserted. She kissed her and fondled her. She petted her as the woman drifted off into a trance of ecstasy. Slowly, she pulled out the long hammer she had tied to her hips. "Oh god," moaned Mr. Rourke for the second time as he saw the size of the thing. How had Miss LaGrange's narrow hips managed it? She smiled down at the cowering man, then she walked around and sat in his chair. "Toes on the white line, Cunt," she said in a quiet voice so as not to disturb Miss LaGrange. Mr. Rourke pulled himself off the floor and obeyed. "Yes, Mistress." His eyes roamed up and down the half naked, moist vision that was his formerly mousy secretary sprawled on his desk between him and this dominating schoolgirl giantess. Mistress Domina placed her fingers in a pyramid up by her full lips. "Mr. Rourke, let me lay out some rules for you. I'm the boss. Then comes Honey-pie here. You? You are shit. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "What are you?" "Shit Mistress. I am shit." "Do I need to spank you again so that you'll remember?" "No, Mistress. I'll remember." "Fine. Then come around here and suck Honey-pie's come off my johnson." "Yes, Mistress." "Good little Cunt-man," she purred as he licked her fake boner. Miss LaGrange purred as well, lying on the desk. She smiled to see the man she had feared now reduced to a slave by a girl. A magnificent girl that had taken her like she had never been taken before. She sat up. "Mr. Rourke?" He turned his head to face her. She planted the heel of her delicate little foot on his already damaged lips, shooting his head backward and knocking him on his ass. He sat blinking and sucking blood. "How dare you get your face in the way of my foot." She stood, walked over to him and slapped him as he sat on the floor at her feet. It felt so good, she slapped him again. To be sure, her little smacks meant nothing after getting smacked around by Mistress Domina. Still, he felt the humiliation of it even more keenly. And, he dared not raise a hand. "I... I'm sorry, Miss." He murmured. "Please forgive me." Miss LaGrange ignored him and turned to Mistress Domina. "May I get you anything, Mistress?" she asked. Mistress Domina shook her head no. "Take the rest of the morning off. I'll send Cunt- man here out for Chinese later. Come back around noon and we'll have a picnic." "Thank you, Mistress." She wiggled into her panties, pulled her skirt into place and was away, much looser in the hips than she had been in years. Maybe she would take money out of petty cash and get herself something nice to wear. Something to catch Mistress Domina's eye. She closed the door softly on her way out. Mistress Domina's smile change from pleasant to wicked with just a subtle lift of one eyebrow. "Now, my little Cunt, shall we get to know each other a little better?" Her big hand ran up and down the long shaft she held in front of his nose. The one strapped to her groin. "I never feel like I fully own a man until I have had him both ways." "Oh God!"